“Mm-nn!” I refused, my voice muffled on his cock.
“You're gonna make me come,” Beau panted.
Beau pulled out, shooting streaks of his cum high through the air. His cream splattered into my mouth, against my face, and sailed high over my shoulder.
“Oh my God,” Beau panted. After making a mess with his impressive load, the last drop dribbled from his head and rolled down down his shaft.
I slurped that last drop up before it dripped to the floor—much to his delight.
“That was hot,” I whispered with a crazed smirk, “but I thought you were gonna fuck me?”
Beau scooped me up and threw me on my back. “I've got another load for you.”
“Oh,” I sighed.
He grabbed hold of my thong and slid it off my legs. He gave a coy look when he bunched my intimates up into a small ball and squeezed them, as if he could wring my juices from them.
“These panties are soppingwet, Camille.”
Why is it that I only get wetter when he tells me things like that?
“Lemme see those.” I wrestled my panties from his big hands.
He wants me to be dirty? I can be dirty.
I wrapped my drenched panties around the base of his cock and balls and tied the panties into a neat little bow. “There.”
Beau let out a deep, horny growl of satisfaction. “Goddamn,Camille. I fucking love that.”
With my panties tied around his cock, Beau spread my legs and mounted me in missionary. I dug my nails into the muscular athlete's wide, sweat-slicked back.
“You want me to fuck you?” he teased, rubbing his hard cock between my folds.
“God, yes,” I grumbled throatily, desperately.
With my dress still caught around my mid-section, he set his cock at my entry and pushed in. Slowly, his thickness parted my lips and slid right into my wet grip.
He was content to let his massive, solid manhood rest inside me—for just a second. I loved the feel of him inside me, and I squeezed him, demonstrating my strength.
“Fuck, your cunt's so wet and tight,” he growled in my ear. His hot cock twitched vulnerably inside me.
“So go ahead and fuck me.”
He eased in slowly, as if he wanted to taste every last inch of my flesh with his cock. With each thrust, he tunneled deeper and stretched me wider.
“I'm so wet for you,” I moaned.
The creaky springs in Piper's mattress grew squeakier as Beau's pace began to build.
“Yes,” I moaned. “More.”
Beau gave me what I wanted. The bed began to knock against the wall; first with gentle, rhythmic bumps—thump, thump, thump.
“Fuck me harder, Beau,” I moaned in his ear.
He began to rock into me, faster, harder. His muscular, sweaty waistclappedagainst my pelvis, and the bed banged against the wall, loud and rapidly, like a jack-hammer.
“Yes!” I screamed, forgetting about our history, forgetting about Piper, forgetting abouteverything elsebut the fact that I'd never been fucked this good in my life. “Yes, yes, yes!”
